Thursday, 16 April 2020

HEY! IT'S BATS-MAN...


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I was going to add this strip to my post on the passing of MORT DRUCKER, but I decided to publish it here so that, hopefully, more people see it.  Truth to tell, I've got cleaner reprints of this strip in books and individual issues of MAD, but this far from pristine presentation comes from the '60s British edition (#59), which has text amendments to remove U.S. references that U.K. readers wouldn't have 'got'.

So if you're from the other side of the pond and have the original American version (or reprint), dig it out and have fun comparing the differences.  However, while you're doing that, don't forget to appreciate the artistic genius of Mort Drucker, who drew many movie and TV parodies for the mag over several decades. When he retired, despite the sterling efforts of others, Mad was never quite the same again. 





Wednesday, 15 April 2020

DAN DARE LOOKS GOOD FOR 70...



Apparently it was DAN DARE's 70th anniversary yesterday, as well as that of the comic he first appeared in - EAGLE.  April 14th is the 'official' date because that's what was printed on the cover of #1, but as we all know, comics usually go on sale before the cover date, from a few days right up to a week.  Anyway, above is a photo of the great man himself, exploring the vast expanse of my back garden.  (You'd be amazed at all the famous people who often drop in for a visit at my humble abode.  Yea, verily.)  

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SPIDER-MAN MAGAZINE #374

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In this latest issue of the official Spider-Man Magazine, our friendly neighbourhood Spidey goes toe-to-toe with Crusher Creel - otherwise known as The ABSORBING MAN!  But the wall-crawler doesn’t have to face him alone - because the deadly super-spy known as the BLACK WIDOW has got his back!  And once you’ve read the comic story, this web-slinging issue is crammed full of the ultimate arachnid activities and features to keep your mind razor-sharp!  So don’t delay - order your copy today!

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Tuesday, 14 April 2020

POSTCARDS FROM THE 21st CENTURY...


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Around two and a half years ago, when I finally managed to obtain the special edition of TV21 #243 from The OFFICIAL GERRY ANDERSON WEBSITE, one of the disappointments was that the postcards which originally accompanied it weren't included in the price.  (Another disappointment was that, overall, the comic was nowhere near as good as the original incarnation - though it was still worth having.  See my review here.)

You see, both comic and postcards were originally included in a Blu-ray DVD release by NETWORK, and either they printed a surplus, or the Blu-rays failed to sell in the anticipated numbers, resulting in a 'warehouse find' of comic and postcards being snapped up by the Official Anderson Website, run by Gerry's son JAMIE.  If I recall correctly, the comic was made available first, with the postcards going on sale later, though perhaps they were available at the same time, but as two separate items.

I also seem to remember hearing about a later special offer where both items could be purchased together, but whatever the case, I recently took advantage of another (recent) offer to be sent the postcards for only the price of postage - saving myself £3.99 in the process.  Anyway, they arrived today, so I thought I'd just let all you Crivs know that you can buy them from the Anderson Website, as well as the special edition of TV21, though you'll have to purchase them individually.  (If you don't see them, type the name of the item into their search box.)

So what are you waiting for?  Jump over there now by clicking their name in the first paragraph.

DON STARR In An APPOINTMENT With FEAR PART NINE...

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The indomitable DON STARR is still at it, trying to solve the perplexing mystery of an apparently haunted mansion.  And while he's doing that, I'm still trying to solve the mystery of why this great wee story isn't getting more hits from you Crivs.  We're only four episodes away from the wrap-up to this tale before Don has a six-part Appointment with Mr. BIG, which will conclude this TERRIFIC strip from the late '60s.  You'll miss him when he's gone.   


Monday, 13 April 2020

The SANDS Of TIME... (Updated)



I saw the above photo on ANTIQUES ROADSHOW yesterday and it prompted the following very short 'story'.  The photograph doesn't match the description in the tale, but I just wanted to show what gave me the idea.  The notion of people looking out from the past into the present (and vice versa) fascinates me.  I'll probably revise it if anything occurs to me.  (Still tweaking.)

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The four men sat in their fold-out canvas chairs at the opening of their tent and smiled at the camera on its tripod in front of them.  A button was pressed on the little device at the end of the connecting cable and the moment was preserved for posterity.  "Wonder how long it'll be before we're back home," one of the soldiers said, wistfully.  "Yeah, I can't wait.  This sand gets everywhere.  It's in places I didn't even know I had places," said another.  They all chuckled.

The sea of sand spread in every direction, disappearing into the distance on four far horizons.  It was as though the world consisted only of sand and they felt trapped by the monotony of the view.  "At least the war's nearly over," ventured one.  "A bit of mopping up and we'll be out of here, back to dear ol' Blighty and to our missus and kids."  The shell exploded almost before they heard it descend, and all plans for the future, for their eagerly anticipated family reunions, perished with them.  Amazingly, the camera survived, relatively unscathed.  The negative was developed later by their comrades.


Seventy years later, Albert and his wife looked at a faded sepia photograph of four men in army fatigues in its cheap frame in the window of an antique shop.  "The guy on the end-right looks a bit like you," said the wife, gazing at Albert then back to the photo.  Albert squinted a little, taking a closer look.  "Yeah, he does a bit, doesn't he?" he said.  Then Albert and his wife walked on, and never thought of the photo again, having already consigned it to oblivion in their minds.

Yet in the moment Albert had looked into the eyes of the man looking out of the photo seemingly into his, across the decades and geographical distance, for a few brief seconds he'd connected with the grandfather he'd never known, who'd perished along with three comrades in a mortar blast in a far-flung desert in the closing days of World War II.  Albert hadn't been born then, but through the medium of a photograph, fate had brought him and his grandfather 'face-to-face' for a few seconds, even though each of them, in their own moment in time, was unaware of it.

Friday, 10 April 2020

BABE Of The DAY - JEM CALVERT...



JEM CALVERT is the gal who let a
boiler repairman into her home, forgetting
(she says) she'd attached a 'pleasure toy' onto
her bathroom wall the night before, which the
repairman had to brush past when entering the
'facility'.  She claims to have been embarrassed,
though not to the extent of avoiding relating the
incident on social media, thereby resulting in it
being reported in the newspapers.  Go figure.
Anyway, she's not a bad-looking lass, so
 here she is just for you Crivvies.

Thursday, 9 April 2020

MAD ARTIST MORT DRUCKER PASSES AWAY...


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Sad to learn that artist MORT DRUCKER, for many years (decades in fact) MAD's best movie and TV parody caricaturist, has passed away at the age of 91.  No doubt there will be other bloggers who delve into far more detail about Mort's life and career, but for the moment, in pictorial tribute to him, here's one of my favourite film series parodies that he illustrated back in the early 1970s.  Brilliance!








THE STARK TRUTH - OL' POINTY CHIN IS BACK!


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Currently available to buy from The TREASURY Of BRITISH COMICS website shop is The INCREDIBLE ADVENTURES Of JANUS STARK Volume II, collecting the strips of the Victorian escapologist (formerly known as JONAS CLARKE), originally published weekly in the revamped SMASH! in the late '60s/early '70s.  These stories were among Britain's finest comic strips of the period, and they still hold up astoundingly well today, 50 years later.  New as well as old readers are bound to be highly entertained by them, and you can still obtain the first book from the same source.  Buy 'em both today!  And roll on Volume III.

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(Y'know, I've always thought that if Janus had a squarer-shaped head, he'd be almost the double of the early SUB-MARINER.  Whaddya think?)

Wednesday, 8 April 2020

FEMINISM? BAH! HUMBUG...



Feminists perplex me.  Remember when they waged all-out war on Page 3, saying that it was demeaning to women and defined them as mere sex objects?  Forget about male strippers like the CHIPPENDALES, or TV ads with the DIET COKE bloke getting his shirt off and the guy in the laundrette getting down to his boxers, 'cos seemingly it's all right for women to 'objectify' men, just not the other way around.

At the same time, these feminists (among others) were calling for the right to get their swimming cozzies off on the beach or to get their baps out in public to breastfeed weans ('cos of course that's all 'natural'), but if a man were to let his gaze fall upon a picture of a topless woman in a newspaper with an appreciative glint in his eye, then he was a dirty perv who deserved to be castrated.  Basically, what they're saying is that it's all right for women to get their tits out as long as it's on their own terms, and men's natural appreciation of a bit of nip shouldn't figure into the equation.

Back in the 1970s, teenage girls had posters of DONNY OSMOND, DAVID CASSIDY, CLIFF RICHARD, DAVID BOWIE, etc., adorning their bedroom walls, swooning and lusting after their (to my eyes) girly-looking pop idols, and no objections were ever heard about that from feminists.  However, young lads with pin-up posters of FARRAH FAWCETT or LYNDSAY WAGNER on their walls were condemned as future perverts, flashers, or rapists.  Talk about double-standards.  Seems it's only when guys appreciate the opposite sex that it's considered wrong.

I'll tell you who's worse - male feminists!  Don't be fooled by their seeming espousal of the sisterhood's cause, because all they're trying to do is ingratiate themselves with women in a pathetic attempt to gain approval and increase their chances of invading female underwear. They're traitors to their gender purely out of self-interest, and their toadying sycophancy is loathsome.

Well, I for one am fed-up with it and I intend to to lead a rebellion against such misandric double-standards.  Who's with me on this?  Men, stand up for yourselves and register your protest here today.  Raise your hands to show your support...

Hey, where'd all the men go?  (Wusses!)

PART EIGHT Of DON STARR'S APPOINTMENT With FEAR...

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C'mon, Crivs, don't let me down.  Going by my blog stats, DON STARR hasn't exactly set your hearts on fire, but these are good solid stories and worthy of your attention.  Originally appearing in TERRIFIC back in the '60s, this was the only UK produced strip (though looks like the work of a foreign artist - could be wrong) amongst various MARVEL reprints.  Sadly, the comic only lasted 43 issues before being merged with its sister title FANTASTIC, but that just makes it all the more easy for collectors to track down a complete set like wot I have got (as ERNIE WISE would say).

Go on - give it a read and then leave a comment.


Tuesday, 7 April 2020

BABE Of The DAY - GAL GADOT...



I wouldn't have know it was
GAL GADOT either if this recent
pic hadn't had her name attached, but
this really is the cinematic WONDER
WOMAN, with a nice friendly smile
  to cheer up Crivs everywhere.

The VALIANT BOOK Of MYSTERY & MAGIC 1976... (Updated)

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Odd as this may seem to you (and me, come to that), I've owned The VALIANT BOOK Of MYSTERY & MAGIC Annual for so long that I can't remember precisely how long I've actually had it.  Is it 15, 20, 25 years?  It's a mystery which makes me wish I had recourse to magic so that I could recall exactly which year it came into my possession.  (See what I did there?)  When I first bought it (whenever that was), I gave it a quick browse-through and then tucked it away in a cupboard without reading any of the contents.

Anyway, I recently dug it out and have now read the comic strips, though I've yet to read the text stories.  Verdict?  Really enjoyed it so far, and if you don't own this book, it's one you should consider adding to your collection.  Again, I can't open it to scan without risk of splitting the spine, so am unable to show any pics of its interiors.  You'll have to take my word that it's a belter of a book, with art by ERIC BRADBURY, GEOFF CAMPION, and JOHN STOKES among others.

Have you got this book?  Were you lucky enough to acquire it back in the mid-'70s? How would you describe it those who might be interested in obtaining a copy?  Why not share your thoughts about it in the comments section?

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Good News Dept: I've just noticed that, although the book is tightly bound in most of the middle section, the end pages are more amenable to being opened flat and scanned.  Therefore, here's a tale from the back of the book to give you a taste of the contents.  Note that there's a credit box, which means (as this book was issued in 1975) that IPC/FLEETWAY were crediting contributors (in some publications at least) before 2000 A.D. had even hit the stands.  When did it begin I wonder - with BATTLE perhaps?  If anyone knows for sure, please share.






Monday, 6 April 2020

HONOR BLACKMAN R.I.P.



Sadly, the delightful HONOR BLACKMAN, who played CATHY GALE in The AVENGERS and PUSSY GALORE in GOLDFINGER, has died at the age of 94.  Yet another part of the nation's collective youth gone forever, alas, though she'll live on in all our minds, hearts, and DVDs.  Condolences to her family, friends, and fans.

Sunday, 5 April 2020

FRIENDS REUNITED? NOT ALWAYS POSSIBLE...



I was looking at the FACEBOOK group page for former pupils of my old secondary school recently (not the official school site, if it has one) and reading the comments of some of the members.  It was sad to see people mention names of their old classmates, only to be informed that some of them had died anything from ten years ago, right up to 40.  This meant that, in the minds of many, those deceased pupils had remained very much alive into the present day, making it an even greater shock for their surviving friends to learn of their demise.  Some of the deceased had moved from their home town decades ago (as had some of the yet-living), hence news of their deaths not being more widely known at the time.

Just think - some members probably joined the group in the hope of catching up with particular friends from the past, only to have their hopes dashed upon discovery that their teenage pals were beyond their reach and unable to participate in mutual reminiscing of happy days gone by.  In one instance, someone home for a visit couldn't bring himself to go and see his best pal from school who was dying of cancer and unable to speak, because he preferred to remember his friend as he'd been when young and fit.  (He later regretted his decision, though it's an understandable one.)

Anyway, reading some of those comments reminded me of a post I'd written some years ago, and I thought it a perfect time to re-present it here as it touches on the very subject.  Want to read it?  Then...

COME - TAKE A WALK WITH ME...

One of the things about my home town (as I'm sure it is with yours) is that certain aspects have changed so much over the last thirty-five years or thereabouts, that some areas are almost unrecognizable to what they once were.  To anyone who moved away in the early '80s and has never been back since, the town remains preserved as it was in the amber of their memories.  If ever they were to return on a visit, I'm sure they'd be in equal parts amazed and horrified at some of the changes which have taken place.

Truth to tell, I'm almost envious of them.  To gad about on the other side of the world somewhere, thinking, in a blissful state of ignorance, that one's home town remains as it once was seems a reassuring notion to me.  In that way, the playing fields of your childhood remain forever inviolate.  Same goes for people; if you don't know someone has expired since you last saw them, they're still alive to you and will be for as long as you are.  What does it profit you to learn that their life's race ended halfway through your own?

I remember being in a camera shop a number of years ago and running into a schoolpal who once sat beside me in technical drawing class (and probably other classes also).  ALAN PARKER was (and is) his name, a fact which won't make this tale one whit more interesting, but which I feel compelled to mention for no other reason than that it happens to be the case.  The conversation ran something like this.  Me: "Hi, Alan - what're you up to these days?"  Him: "I'm on holiday at the moment."  Me: "Not going anywhere?"  Him: "Yes - here!"  Me: "Eh?"  Him: I emigrated to Australia a couple of years back, and I'm over visiting my folks."   

To be honest, I can't actually recall whether it was Australia, New Zealand or Canada he had gone to, but Australia will suffice for the purpose of our tale.  I was actually quite surprised by the news, mainly because it didn't seem like anywhere near two years (at least, probably longer) since I'd last seen him - five or six months at the most, I would've thought.  The realization that he'd been living in another country and pursuing a new and different life for that period, while I subconsciously imagined him to be still tripping merrily around the streets of my town, ready to run into at any moment, was a sobering reminder that things aren't always as we perceive them to be.  In my life, nothing much had changed; in Alan's, a whole new horizon lay before him - and he was already several steps on in the journey which had taken him beyond the narrow (if comforting) confines of my own world.

A few years back, myself and a friend I've known since I was seven years old, took a wander around the new housing scheme which now sits upon the sizeable area of land where once resided my old secondary school.  It was a strange experience because, inside its boundaries, there were no visible 'landmarks' to indicate our location.  We could've been in any new-built housing scheme in Britain; it was as if we'd walked through a dimensional portal and found ourselves somewhere else entirely.  Beyond and out of sight, lay the familiar environs we'd known since childhood, but within these strange new streets we were in an unknown place in an unknown land.  It was with a sense of relief that we returned to our own world some minutes later, back through whence we had come.

In my more fanciful moments, I sometimes wonder if the 'dear departed' (assuming they survive death in some form) are aware of what goes on in the place they left behind; or do they imagine (like the distant wanderer) that everything remains the same as when they left it?  If granted a day's visit to their home town from whatever celestial realm or dark netherworld they may inhabit, would they be surprised and dismayed to learn of the changes which have taken place in their absence?  "What?  My old house has been demolished?  The old cinema has been gone for thirty years?  My favourite toyshop is now a newsagents?  The Cairneys don't live at number forty-three any more?"  Or would such trivial concerns be beyond them in their joy at feeling the wind blow through their hair once more, and again experience a sun-kissed walk through green fields for however brief a period?

Try and let me know if you go before I do, will you?

Saturday, 4 April 2020

CAPSULE CAPTION COMPETITION...



Okay, Crivvies, it's time for a bit of fun!  Amazingly, my recently purchased GEMINI SPACE CAPSULE arrived today (HERMES must've used a space/time warp), so as promised, here's a quick shot of it alongside my great GOLDEN GATE STEVE ZODIAC and ZOONY on a JETMOBILE (excuse the dust).  I'll be taking some more pictures of the Capsule and adding them to my previous post about it as soon as I can.  (Now done!)  Meanwhile, your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to think of a funny caption for the photograph.  Here, I'll start you off with a few (and add more as they occur to me)...

1) "That Zodiac looks like a bit of a bighead to me."

2) "Don't much fancy his date."

3) "Think he'll sell us some of his oxygen pills?"

4) "Keep on going - run the buggah down!"

5) "Just ignore it, Zoony.  It's not a patch on Fireball Junior."

6) "They've got a more varied colour scheme than us, Fred."

7) "Gah!  Trust Zodiac to go by when we're taking a dump!"

8) "I tell ya, this shot'll look great once the sfx guys add in a space backdrop and take out the wheels."

9) "I wonder if Venus knows those two are an item?"

10) "Zoony, I can feel you trying to lift that bar of chocolate from my back pocket."

11) "Let's pull him over for not wearing a space helmet."

12) "Look at his eyes - he seems 'spaced out' to me."

13) "I think the one in front is a dummy - he's being worked by the funny-looking one at the back."

14) "Nah, that ain't the pizza delivery guy - I don't see any boxes."

15) "That's the laziest way of taking your pet for a 'walk' that I've ever seen."

16) "You're right, Joe - these 3D 'drive-in' movies are great!  You'd think he was real!"

17) "Those speed cops will never catch anyone when they're that obvious, Zoony."

Can you think of any others?  The comments section awaits your esteemed presence.

Friday, 3 April 2020

DON STARR In An APPOINTMENT With FEAR! PART SEVEN...

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Okay, Crivs, here's what, according to my stats, very few of you have been waiting for, so let's not waste any time and get straight into the action.  This strip (as you'll all know by now) originally appeared in a weekly comic called TERRIFIC back in the '60s, and, as far as I know, has never been reprinted.  I can see why, as no-one (apart from a few die-hard readers) seems much interested in it.  Oh well, I guess you can't please everybody. 


JUST HOW MUCH DO YOU APPRECIATE THE NHS AND OTHER KEY WORKERS?


Want to show support for the NHS and key workers during these difficult times?  I mean show real support, not just indulge in a few moments of empty (though well-intentioned), self-indulgent applause on your doorstep?  My suggestion is that some organisation or charity produces a blue 'poppy', to be sold in supermarkets or any shops that are still open on a daily basis.  No human contact required, just a tray of blue poppies with a secure container for donations (no less than £1), which can then be distributed to those who are putting their lives on the line for us at this very moment.  Or even just several collection tins (sans poppies) at the checkout tills of large supermarkets, so that the public can show real appreciation and support, as opposed to mere pointless posturing with no practical value.

Sound like a good idea to you?  Why not contact your local (or a national) newspaper and suggest them proposing it in their pages to the powers-that-be?  I've already been in touch with The DAILY RECORD, and the News Editor I spoke with will be running it up the flagpole with the relevant people to see if it can become a reality.

Go on, forget about standing on your doorstep once a week and clapping into the air - put your money where your mouth is!  Clapping is the very least we can do - don't you think they deserve more than that?

Thursday, 2 April 2020

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DEADPOOL UNLEASHED #12

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A brand-new era of Deadpool madness begins!  Deadpool accepts a job offer to kill a monster on Staten Island, little realising that it will lead to him becoming... King of the Monsters!  By Kelly Thompson & Chris Bachalo!  Plus: more outer space mayhem with the Deadpool Corps!  Deadpool and Lady Deadpool take on some alien uglies and the Champion too!  By Victor Gischler & Deadpool co-creator Rob Liefeld!

Featuring material first published in Deadpool #1 and Deadpool Corps #1-2.

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ESSENTIAL X-MEN #26


Nate Grey has enough power to imprison Apocalypse and transform Magneto into his servant!  Time is running out as the X-Men fight to save humanity!  Also, Psylocke must battle her former love, Angel!  By Matthew Rosenberg, Ed Brisson, Kelly Thompson & RB SIlva!

Featuring material first published in Uncanny X-Men #5-7.

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DOCTOR WHO MAGAZINE #550

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Issue #550 celebrates Doctor Who’s mid-70s classics.  Highlights include: • Showrunner Chris Chibnall and former producer Philip Hinchcliffe – together at the Doctor Who studio • Director Michael E Briant on The Robots of Death • Sadie Miller remembers her mother, Elisabeth Sladen • Review of Series 12 • A diary and scrapbook of 1976-77 • Dr Who and the Hell Planet • The Fact of Fiction on Tooth and Claw • A look at Exploration Earth: The Time Machine • Part Two of The Piggybackers, a brand-new comic-strip adventure!

PLUS: 1977-style poster magazine • TARDIS control-room diorama • Talons of Weng-Chiang music-hall poster • Six collectors’ cards • Four-part Big Finish download.

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£9.99.

Note: I'm unsure whether these mags are currently available in shops, though it's possible they might be on sale in some supermarkets who usually stock such titles. However, I believe they are available mail order from the Panini website.

FEELING SHEEPISH? HAND-CLAPPING EVENT IS BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!


I see that the NHS hand-clapping event has been scheduled again, for tonight at 8 p.m., despite it doing nothing at all to supply nurses, carers, and key workers with protective apparel, masks, gloves, etc., as well as the necessary equipment to help safeguard both them, their patients and the public.  Yesterday, my taxi driver told me that his wife, who's a nurse, thought such gestures were total codswallop, and he wasn't 'April Fooling' me.  At least tonight I'm forewarned so am unlikely to be disturbed from sleep as I was last week, but what about those just off a shift who are in desperate need of a kip before returning to work?  That's all right though, as long as we feel good about ourselves while 'virtue-signalling' our alleged appreciation, we can conveniently ignore taking all necessary sensible precautions which would not only protect ourselves, but would alleviate the strain on overstretched resources.

I still see kids playing out in the streets together, and ask myself what on earth the parents are thinking.  Sure, let junior out in the back garden to stretch his or her legs once a day, but anything else is risking him or her catching Covid-19 and giving the NHS yet another patient to tend to and strain their already limited resources even more.  Switching lanes for a moment, there's been a lot of attention paid to the fact that some people are 'panic buying', but it appears to be an inevitable repercussion of advising the public to stay home and not go out.  Obviously they're going to think that in order to stay in, they need to increase their stock of necessities to see them through their period of 'house arrest'.  I haven't indulged in panic buying, but that means I have to go to the shops every other day in order to buy milk, bread, toilet rolls (if I can find any) - I'm condemned whatever I do.  (Just a shame the revamped Dandy is no longer available, 'cos I could've wiped my @rse with that.  H'mm, maybe not, the paper was too shiny and would simply have smeared excrement all over my nether-cheeks.  It would've been a case of sh*te spreading sh*te, which is rather ironic when you think about it.)

Anyway, getting back to the point, there can't be an NHS worker anywhere who doesn't already know how much the public appreciates them.  (It's the government - regardless of whichever one is in power - that they feel under-appreciated by.)  They're on the front line every day, dealing with death and the dying, and have relatives of the afflicted and the deceased telling them in extremely emotional and heartfelt terms just how much they're appreciated, so they really don't need any empty gestures like people hand-clapping on the doorstep.  Instead of drawing attention to yourself, why not draw attention to the NHS and key workers by making a donation to an organisation or charity that supports them.  That's far more practical and requires real action that will make a difference, as opposed to the minor inconvenience of opening your front door and effectively saying "Hey, look at me, folks - am I a good person or what?"  Well, your appreciation may be genuine or it may not, but instead, try putting your money where your mouth is!  That'll make a real difference and show nurses, doctors, and carers, etc., that your appreciation is genuine, and not mere pointless posturing.

After Eight Update: Oh, and here's another thought.  Last week, one of my local chip shops had a sign on their door saying no more than 2 customers at a time.  Yet behind the length of the counter were around 10 staff, all in close proximity to one another.  Delivery drivers were congregated at the end of the shop, and assistants had to pass inches from them to go through to the back in order to get things.  The shop has now started doing only deliveries and collections, yet is still packed full to the brim with staff.  You can bet that at least some of those people would've been out clapping tonight, but by their work-environment behaviour they're not only putting themselves and their colleagues at risk, but also NHS staff who will have to treat them if they become infected.  Way to go, peeps - that's the way to show your 'appreciation' - not! 

TOO SOON? TV TORNADO ANNUALS COVER GALLERY OMNIBUS... (Updated)

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Having already shown you the front covers of the four TV TORNADO Annuals almost as I received them (with the exception of the 3rd), it's now time to display them in their proper sequence along with the back covers also.  I've now completed the set 53 years after the first Annual was issued, although I didn't acquire my first (which was the one for 1970, issued in '69) 'til around 1986 or '87.  That means it took me around 33-34 years to acquire all four of them.

Interestingly, even though I never had any of these books when they first came out, owning them now feels, to me, a bit like dipping back into the '60s and '70s and experiencing something I missed out on at the time but have finally caught up with.  So it's a bit like time travel in a sense, because something that comes from the period of my youth, even though not owned by me back then (the Annuals that is - I had the odd weekly comic) is now part of my life - and feels as though it always has been.

Does that make any sense, or have I conveyed it in my usual vague, not quite on-the-mark manner?  I'm sure that most of you are smart enough to grasp what I'm getting at though, so buy yourselves a big bag of jelly babies as a reward.  (Along with a big box of Aspirin for the headache I've just given you.)    








And below are the two guys (l-r) who gave me the Annuals for 1970 and '68 - in that order and 34 years apart.  Going from the issues of NIPPER lying on the floor and the BEANO calendar on the wall, this photo was taken sometime in February '87.  Unknown to me at that moment, six months later I was to return to the previous house in which I'd lived for 11 years, just over three and a half years earlier.